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Lawl, this post sucks. I kept spacing out about halfway through. x_x

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Though it could have been easily correlated with the fire, her decision to leave the mansion had little to do with it. Corona found the mansion crowded despite the fact that it really didn't have that many residents at all, but the traffic was different. There were more sounds, more life, and she quickly found that she valued silence and solitude much more than before. So she had set out in light of any inclement weather for somewhere that would work. Inferni covered vast grounds, so she had little worry of not finding something to her liking.

When she had come across the run down gas station at the southern edge of the tattered road of Route 32, a light mist rolled off the ocean easy. Despite being close to midday, a thin veil of fog obscured the sun ever so slightly, adding to the desolate atmosphere of a place she had passed by before. Corona had never given it much thought, though the structure seemed decent. It was out in the literal middle of nowhere, and she decided to investigate it. What were the chances that someone had done it before her? It was without a doubt looted inside, but in the recent times, she couldn't quite say there was much to say that it was occupied, let alone visited.

So she ringed the building, eyeing it from top to bottom, before coming full circle and finding the weathered door of the old store. It stuck a little, but it opened with not a whole lot of force placed behind it, and subjected Corona to a fair coating of dust, grime, and stale air. All of which dared to prompt her to sneeze, though the feeling came and passed relatively quickly. She left the door open behind her for the sake of light, gathering that the shelves were empty and in most cases, lying on their sides. It was just as small as it looked on the outside, and she figured if it wouldn't work as a place to hole up in, maybe she could find something useful.

So she started moving things around.


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Eheeeee. Fallout 3 references make me happyyyyy. >_> How bout you?! Big Grin


It had been just days since the hybrid had been out this way last, but the coyote woman found the desire to return to this desolate little stretch of land. It was quiet here, there were few canines out this way—the first time she was out here, she had just seen Cassius hanging around in the little gas station, and they'd talked for some time. That had been a good thing, as the coyote woman hadn't even met the other man face-to-face up until that point, and he'd been a member within the clan for quite some time now. Then again, such things were excusable in the face of wartime—there was a lot more to occupy her time nowadays.


Still, the coyote desired to get away from it sometimes, and there was some truth in keeping this border secure—she had contemplated heading across the sea to meet Dahlia, why shouldn't they think the same and cross the bay and come from the west? Things had been quiet the last few days, though, and the coyote woman did not know what to make of it. She patrolled the borders, vigilant as ever, but nothing was happening—it was reassuring and maddening, both at the same time. She had walked along the beach, meandering northward for some time, keeping to the highway before it was a highway, when it was little more than a dirt path in the road. Perhaps it had been paved at some point, perhaps not—the coyote didn't know. The only thing that seemed to keep it a path at all were the various prints strewn across it, the scents of different animals which still used this manmade route of transportation.


The coyote was glad to see the gas station again remembering finding Cass there—she had seen the other one, the one much further northward the last time she'd come out this way. That time she had been completely alone and left to think for a while. It had been some time since the silvery Centurion had been able to stand herself and her own thoughts long enough to sort anything out, but this time it was different—the silence and the aloneness had helped her to think and figure some things out. Heading for Jacko's, the coyote woman caught a very familiar, very fresh scent—Corona. Her nose to the ground, she followed after it, though strangely enough it led to Jacko's anyway. Padding forward, the silver-furred coyote peered into the dimly-lit building, trying to see through the dust obscuring the insides. “Corona?” she asked into the shadows, waiting for her single eye to adjust to the different light.



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She pushed one of the shelves upright from the dirty floor, only to have it topple over in the other direction the moment she let go of it. The sound itself was loud enough to be considered enough to wake the dead, but that didn’t concern her. She didn’t care who was around, let alone what may have been trying to sleep. But after her fruitful endeavour of trying to find something of use, the last few minutes had turned up nary a thing. It had stirred up the dust (which promptly threatened to choke her if it as so much as wanted to), and, well, that was pretty much it. Aside from rusted cans (where the contents had long seeped out and turned to nothing), empty bottles (where the contents had long evaporated), she doubted she was going to find anything of immediate use just inside the door.

So after a pause for air and her breath returned, the golden-haired hybrid soon found herself going towards the back of the gas station, eyeing the turned over coolers and minding the broken glass. Heathens had ransacked the place long before they ever had, this she would not doubt. Before too long, she had come to sit atop the counter aside the register with a dog-earred copy of Frankenstein to occupy her time. It was quiet inside of that gas station, which made it most unlike the mansion at that point, and it didn’t have a particular smell to it that told her of what the newest occupants enjoyed doing most of the time. The fact that she was so used to solitary confinement didn’t even dawn on her; she had once dreaded thought of being separated from another for so long.

But the arrival of her mother still drew a slight surprise from her. Corona was never quite used to the fact that Kaena was still there. Not because of age, no, that thought equally did not cross her mind, but simply because she had come to terms a long time ago that her mother had mostly like died. It had been what they had thought—they being she and Gabriel—and yet that was the very voice she heard calling inward. A voice which was followed by the appearance of a red-stained muzzle and a squinting single gold eye sunken into the face that was so oppositely coloured of her own. She had looked away from her book to study those age old features, but almost immediately went back to it, wishing to mask her own surprise more than anything else. Only then did she call out to her, affirming her presence.

“Be careful of the glass on the floor.”

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In Character

Though it was already spring and fast becoming summer, there was a certain coolness to the air here, brought on by the constant breeze flowing in from the ocean or down from the tops of the mountains. Even so, there was only sparse vegetation coating the hills surrounding this lonely little station. There was nothing here, really—but maybe that was the exact reason why Kaena had come here. Seeking loneliness or isolation, she had instead happened upon her daughter, and this was always a reason to abandon the search for solitude.


Slowly the silver-shaded hybrid made her way into the store, peering around the unfamiliar shelves. She had been in here once before, true, but that didn't make her intimately familiar with these surroundings. They had only just been added to their domain, after all. Picking her way toward Corona, she nodded at the woman's words, and her single yellowed eye focused on the floor as she walked, seeking the distinctive glint of glass to avoid it. She approached the pale golden hybrid, a smile playing on her scarred muzzle. “What are you reading?” the coyote asked, out of curiosity. She had never been able to finish a whole book in her life—while she could read, it was painstakingly slow word, and it often took her twenty minutes to traverse a page.


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She set the book aside as Kaena came in, idly swinging her feet for a moment as the grey-furred hybrid came close. It was hard for her not to be unnerved, whether it was from the fact that she had company or because that company was her mother was hard to say. It had been a long while since they had interacted, aside from when she had initially come home; any communication between them had come years ago. So long ago that for her it was hard to pinpoint when exactly. She didn’t know how to act, so she played it by ear. She played it all by ear.

“It’s a story about how a human made a creature,” she said, glancing down briefly at the faded cover. “He made a creature so hideous and vile that he fled, leaving it to roam and fend for itself. I’ve read it before, it’s an interesting story.” Every time she had read it, she had found something new that hadn’t been there before. Just like every time she had ever come and gone from Inferni, there was something new. This time it was Haku’s crown being thrown out; last time it had been Andrezej’s demise. But those were only minor highlights, or at least the latter was.

But there were also far more interesting things to examine at hand. “What brings out way out here?” At the very least, even in light of not knowing entirely how to act around her mother, Corona still maintained the ability to uphold something of a conversation. It wasn’t her strong suit — then again, was it really anyone’s? They were supposed to be decidedly social creatures, but it seemed that any more the only sociability they had came in the form of belonging to the same home. At least that could be said of her family, anyway.

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Word Count :: 353 I love Akumu cause she's so delicious... or something. XD

The silver-shaded hybrid had always wished she were better at reading. It was a skill she had acquired later in life, and she had never bothered to develop it—it was usually fine by her that she could only read at a snail's pace, occasionally sounding out the words like a small toddler. There were other times, though, that she wished she knew how to read—some human stories just seemed to resonate. Two of her own children could be considered hideous and vile—one had been scarred and banished, the other had been killed. The silver-shaded hybrid often wondered if Gabriel was stronger than her for that—she wondered if she would have been able to kill Andrezej, even for what he had done, and she was glad she did not have to live with that choice. Sometimes Kaena wondered if it burdened Gabriel, but it was impossible to tell—the tawny and black Aquila was no more readable now than he'd ever been.


“I don't think I have ever read a whole book in my life,” the hybrid admitted, sounding rather disappointed and embarrassed. She was not proud of her ignorance, yet she did not seek out to change it. “It sounds like a good story, though,” the hybrid said. She almost felt that she ought to apologize for interrupting the golden-furred hybrid, but quickly realized with was a strange instinct. They were not strangers—this was her daughter, though looking into the woman's pale blue eyes, the scarred hybrid realized that she hardly knew Corona. This was a harsh realization, and her ears swept back halfway, her shoulders rolling in a shrug at the question. “Slow day, I guess,” she said, the words hanging in the air awkwardly. She still looked at the other canine, the short blonde fur framing her face and the piercing gaze that seemed so alien among all the scarred hybrid's children. “Just wandered out this way, and I ended up following your scent,” she added truthfully. She offered a weak smile, and leaned her shoulder against the bare wall, still peering toward the tawny-hued woman.

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I really haven't been in the mood to write lately, but I felt bad for making you always wait on me, so. D:
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Slow day. Every day was considerably slow to Corona, but it wasn’t miserably so. For her, the days bled together, minutes into hours into days and weeks; if it weren’t for the visual and feel-able clues in the world, she probably wouldn’t have known day from night or the season. Time no longer mattered to her, for one reason or another. She had stopped counting days long ago, well before things had gone apart at the seams.

“I guess things deserve to have a little slowness to them now that we’re not under threat from a pack of hungry wolves,” she said, though not to discredit that Haku was still loose in the world. She knew there would be a calm, because there was always a calm. It was the natural cadence of the world. Sooner or later, their glass ceiling would come crashing down all over again. “Though I do wonder how long it will last. Dahlia’s been nothing but trouble since Gabriel brought Inferni here. I suppose it always will be trouble.” Still waters ran deep and between them it was always thick as blood.

“I’ve been… hiding out here for the last few days, though. Not really hiding from anyone or thing, but I guess I like to keep my space these days. How’ve things been elsewhere?” She could always make idle talk. Idle talk was what people did, asking about the weather and the family and the world around them. Swapping opinions in the same way that they tried to barter with their crude, salvaged items. Even though she knew there wasn’t much in the way of bartering. It was always about taking, because it was always about survival.

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WELL GUESS WHAT BITCH i love you regardless Big Grin (353)


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The end of the war had been unexpected for Kaena, and un-fulfilling as it had been relieving. While it was good to know they no longer had to worry about all of Dahlia bursting over their borders any day, the demon remained, and she had not yet had her vengeance on him. She smiled half-heartedly at the tawny-furred woman's sentiment. “Of course. The slowness is only a day of sun between storms,” she said, shrugging her scarred shoulder. Inferi was trouble; their very existence troubled some wolves, and for every ten wolves that were content with coyote neighbors, there was at least one who grew ill at the very thought of it, and for every twenty of those contented wolves, there was at least one who would have seen Inferni burn. Such ratios were better and worse in some places—the silver-shaded hybrid thought it had gotten much better since their move to these lands, and she had been proven wrong. “And when Dahlia falls, something else will take its place,” she added, taking for granted that the clan would outlast the Dahlian pack. Inferni had outlasted everything else she could remember—why would Dahlia be any different? The hybrid didn't particularly like hearing that Corona kept her distance; she frowned at this, though it was not as severe an expression as she could make. “There are a lot of empty caves. Some you'd have no neighbors, even. But you'd be closer,” she offered, before answering the blue-eyed woman's question. “Ah... Fatin came back. I think she is already gone. Other than that, the same as always,” the hybrid said, rolling her shoulder in a shrug. The scarred woman had forced herself into apathy, and she had been correct in assuming the russet woman would fade away once more. This did not cut as deeply as it could have; the first abandonment had been worse—the fall was when Kaena could have truly used the support and companionship of the cinnamon-furred wolf. It was long past them, however, and the silver-hued woman could not expose herself to hurt in such a way again.

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